It is famous the anecdote of the spanish writer Ramón María del Valle Inclán, who was working at the countryside, in an orchard, and someone said to him: "Hi, don Ramón. Working?", and he answered: "Not all, just having a rest", with a big smile in his face.
Sometimes, I think that I am, somehow, a man closer to the action than the thinking attitude. Then, I laugh in my own; if you look at me through a small hole you could see than I am not exactly a clone of, I don't know, Nicolas Sarkozy in his busiest years. I remember a day, seven years old, when I was reading something about Gemini, my zodiac sign. In the brief description of the feature of this group, I read the word "restless" (inquieto), and I asked to my mother if I really was a restless boy. I don't remember the answer so I guess she even didn't know the accurate answer.
Even today I don't know if I am a quiet man or a restless one, maybe a mixture of both.
A few weeks ago, I heard from my cousin mouth, Julio, something that could be understood as a good approach to me: "Tú eras de puzles". You were a puzzle guy. I remember long and pleasant afternoons doing puzzles with Mar, the girl that used to keep with us in my first childhood (because there are some childhoods). I remember a 200 pieces one, with a drawing of the Pitufos, in which we both worked till my back get painful. I felt confortable and happy doing this kind of activity. I were only a puzzle guy? Sports were, in different ways, also present in my childhood, so it is a difficult issue.
Years go by and the quandary gets bigger. Do I am a restless guy or just the opposite, someone fated to get lonesome in his corner, doing his cerebral works? Years go by and I check by myself that to much time working in a puzzle, doing this kind of abstract and quite works get me upset, and I get pushed to do other kind of things, let's call them physical.
Maybe the balance rests in a wisdom combination of the orchard of Valle-Inclán and some 'scriptorium' works.
Seen all the subject in its more optimistic way, maybe the answer is not a quandary but a complete 'menu' of skills, puzzles and wars, brain and arms.
Getting away of the fears of a brain jail, and the benefits of working, at the moment, like a russian mujik, as Lev Tolstoi used to do in his older years.
And excuse me for the likely big amount of mistakes...
Y disculpas por la probable cantidad de fallos y patadas a la shakespiriana lengua.
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